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I hope everybody enjoys this chapter; it is in Percy's POV. It is my first time writing in his POV, so if it sucks or not please review and tell me!

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Percy's POV

No matter how many times I told myself to look away, I couldn't get enough strength to do so. The way her blond curly locks flies in the wind, even though it is pulled back in a ponytail, made me melt. Not to mention her eyes, those hypnotizing stormy grey eyes…and she happened to be captain of the colorguard!

There was something familiar about the blond hair though. It brought me back to a distant memory that seemed like it was ages ago. It was that morning when I was called to talk to Mr. D; it changed my senior year and my last field season forever. That was the morning I found out that I would be sharing my field with an arrogant girl in colorguard. Just thinking about the idea makes me grimace in disgust. Of course, when Mr. D said that I didn't believe it because that man never makes sense, I mean, I've known him for four years and he still can't get my named right! When I finally understood that he wasn't joking, I was about to flip a table. What made it worse was that it was the girl's idea. That really set me off on the edge of my chair. Mr. D said that she was a new student and was really good, but I didn't care if she was or not.

All I wanted was to spend my last season on the field colorguard and drama free. The memories of colorguard ran through my mind and it brought me back to my freshman year and how I was stabbed in the back. I shivered at the memory. That was the last time I spent my time with a guardo and all it did was it gave me a heartbreak and disappointment. Somehow I didn't regret that year because I felt something that I didn't was capable of me to feel: love. These feelings and memories were permanently buried inside of me and I hate it every time they are dug up. I promised reflect about that year, but I cant help it but do; just like I can't help it but stare at her…Annabeth Chase, captain of the colorguard team.

It took me more strength and will than I thought, but I finally looked away just in time for Thalia to call the band into attention. We were on the first set of the beginning of the show. I had my snare on, and I looked up ahead at Thalia up on the podium. From my periphery, I could see the guard on their set and Chase in the front. Thalia raised her arms and started conducting.

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Practice was over and I was sweating so much that I soaked through my shirt. I dismounted my snare and took my shirt off. The second I did, I immediately felt the stares coming from the guard sluts. I smirked at it even more when the rest of the guys in drumline took their shirt off too. This was how practice was before all of the guard drama. Drumline dominated the field and the guard was the pawns and jokers. I sighed at the memory. Ever since Chase came the guard dramatically got better, not that it's a bad thing for the band, but it just means I am loosing my superiority.

The rest of the band was cleaning up and was heading back to the band room to go home. I was halfway finished putting my snare away until Mr. D called me.

"Peter, I need to speak to you," he called.

I nodded to him and walked to his direction. Chase was already there. She had on sweats and grey shirt on. It was simple, but it didn't stop my insides from having a strange feeling churn when she turned her head toward my direction. I ignored the feeling even though it felt oddly nice. I gave her my infamous crooked smile; she scoffed at it and turned her attention to Mr. D as I stopped in front of them.

"Okay, I called in favors to have a dance teacher come in to teach you guys the solo before practice tomorrow. She is a little of an airhead, but is considered one of the best," Mr. D informed us.

"Wait, we are going to dance?" I asked appalled.

"No duh Jackson, what did you expect?" Chase said.

"Shut up Chase. Does this mean I am not going to play?"

"The solo will be on the first, second, and the last song. In the first song, The Music of the Night, you will be playing until the third set, dismount your snare on the front side line, and start the solo. Same goes for you too Annabelle. In the second song, Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again, Annabelle will be dancing around you while Nico is doing his baritone solo." I smirked at the thought of Chase prancing around me. "In the third song, Masquerade, both of you will be playing as normal until the fourth song, The Phantom of the Opera, you two will be dancing as the finale. Got it?" Mr. D finished.

"I am going to be dancing around him?" Chase was appalled.

"I like that idea," I smiled cockily.

"Pervert." She shoved me on my right shoulder. Before I could respond, Mr. D interrupted.

"You two need to take this seriously and get along because if you don't I will take extreme measures to make sure both of you will. Now get going, I need to go buy more diet coke." Mr. D waved us good bye.

"Yes sir," Chase and I both mumbled.

Mr. D walked to his car leaving Chase and I behind. I couldn't help it again but sneak glances at her. It was amusing looking at her reaction to the whole situation. Her calculating eyes were everywhere and I tried my best to hold back a chuckle. Suddenly for a second the thought of being around Chase didn't sound so bad if she was going to be dancing around me, that was until she opened her big mouth.

"This is all your fault," She accused me.

"How is it my fault? This wasn't my idea in the first place okay." I looked up at her eyes. They showed sincerity and my insides melted.

"Look I'm sorry for accusing you."

"Yeah whatever. Thanks for ruining my senior year," I muttered that last comment and left before I could get accused even more.

"That's all you have to say? I showed sincerity and I apologized and that's all you say about that? You know, I never forgave you for trashing my locker and I'll probably never will if you keep acting like a jerk." She walked past me and turned around to look at me. "Look, I'm trying to make this work okay, no matter how hard and what an arrogant jerk you are. I am trying to win championships remember that? So, if you care about your precious senior year and all and your last marching season then at least try. This is my senior year and last marching season too and you think I want to spend it with a complete ass? Then think again. And you know what, that's all Mr. D wanted too, that's why he thought up this solo in the first place and if you aren't going to cooperate then don't bother showing up tomorrow." With that last note, she left leaving me alone.

I sighed from the outcome of today's practice. Was I a jerk and an ass? I knew I jacked up her locker and all but that's really all I did despite accusing her of ruining my senior year and being arrogant the first time I met her. I ran my hand through my hair and started to walk back to the band room. I picked up my snare and sticks and made my journey back.

For the second time today, memories of my freshman appeared in my mind. They were memories of my best friend, Grover, and me, who amazingly made trumpet section leader. We met on our first day of band practice in sixth grade and since then until freshman year we were inseparable. We both joined marching band together and we both had a goal to be a section leader. Then thoughts of my two cousins, Nico and Thalia, came. All four of us shared the love of marching and band. After freshman year, we didn't talk anymore. I dedicated myself to drumline and alienated myself from them.

Then the memories that I forbidden the most from coming up appeared, it was my long time crush and first girlfriend: Rachel Elizabeth Dare. We met in middle school and within a second she was a member of the group. Those were the happy times until band camp of freshman year. She had always loved to be in colorguard and when she did made it she was so ecstatic. Of course before she made it she didn't know that they lost their instructor. All of us went out for celebration that night, and it was that night that I asked her to be my girlfriend and she said yes. After that, band camp was smooth sailing. When school started, Rachel kept getting teased on and bickered but we didn't know why. We later found out that colorguard lost their instructor, Rachel couldn't take all of the teasing so she left leaving me behind too. My heart was broken and even now three years later I could still feel the heartbreak. She planned on getting revenge on band and the guard, but more importantly, me. She broke up with me and from that moment on I promised that I will take revenge on colorguard for making me loose my Rachel and for making my second half of freshman year horrible.

I stopped walking and looked at the ground. I immediately felt guilty for doing all of the horrible things I did to the guard. I sighed in defeat knowing that I can't take it back now.

The last thought I thought of was Annabeth, the stuff she yelled at me for, our solo together, and the strange sparks I feel when I'm around her. It was all foreign to me now after three years and I didn't know how to react to it. And although she didn't expect me to show up for out first solo practice together, I do know is that I am not giving up so easily without a fight.

There you have it! Chapter 4 is complete.

Please review and tell me what you thought of my chapter in Percy's POV. I wanted to get in depth with Percy, his history, and to why he hates colorguard so much. I must say writing this chapter was interesting and fun too. :)

Also, their field show, The Phantom of the Opera, is based on my field show last year. The only difference was the people playing the Phantom and Christine were in colorguard.

Lastly, I forgot to dedicate this story to my colorguard team at my school. In addition, to celebrate me getting captain this year for my junior year.

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